Paper cut out cats

A few weeks ago I asked my grandmother what kind of a kid I was. I am observing closely the children of my friends and I kind of feel some curiosity as to what kind of trouble I was to the grownups. And my grandmother told me I was that kind smiling creature, almost always agreeing with the others and I was that super extra good mannered kid… You know memories are a strange thing they obviously can change… So I am that wonderful person as a kid and suddenly and most surprisingly my grandmother says:
- But there was that thing about you…

Wow! Wait a minute! What thing?!

Well there was that thing of you making so much trash that we just couldn’t clean whatever we did. Awful! And what was that thing with the scissors… You destroyed thousands of thons of paper cutting and cutting and then again and again… We were giving you the scissors and people were asking where is the kid in this house?! Why is it so quiet?

Now I must admit I have started to plant trees, I am not joking. I have planted at least 10 trees and I assume this is quite insufficient, but it is a start. It is something. It’s just I didn’t realize how insufficient it is by now.

But let me say it - once you’ve tried the pair of scissors you could never give up whatever you do…